From what I can remember it was never a scary house. From the outside it looked normal enough, a little one storey with a well manicured lawn, fenced in backyard and garage. It was owned by my mother's friend, who I lovingly called my Aunt. As far as bad experiences go, I have none to recall prior to the day my Aunt moved from the house. That day however, is a different story.
My Aunt and her husband had been on the rocks for awhile and I assume much heartbreak and harsh words had gone down within the house during their stay there. Maybe that attracted the spirit, I will never know. I don't recall much about the day my Aunt and mother packed up the house but I do remember being asked to go into the spare bedroom and retrieve some blankets. Now, the spare bedroom was a little secluded room in the front of the house that was accessible only by going down a hallway that also doubled as the laundry room. The washer and dryer sat in a closet and above them was a little door to the attic. When I say door, it wasn't so much a door but more a piece of wood that sat on top a square hole that opened up into the attic. I was far too little to reach this "door" even if I was to stand on top the washer and reach with my arms outstretched, it was impossible. You must remember that on this day it was only me, my mother, and my aunt who were at the house, so imagine my surprise when I walked past the laundry to find the closet doors had been opened with the attic door ajar and light on. I had been in and out of the house all day and knew that not one person had been into the attic (my mother detests attics and my aunt won't be caught dead climbing up into one) so I found this all to be a little strange. I continued on my way to the room where I gathered the blankets and then headed back into the hallway. As I was leaving I looked up into the open attic, and there appeared a man.
To this day his appearance has always baffled me, for he was not so much a man but an elf-like creature. He wore his hair long and over it was a pointed hat. His clothes were tattered and I can remember them being green. His skin was brown and his eyes black. He was small, I don't want to say a midget for I mean to offend no one, and so for the sake of being politically correct I will just say that he was no taller than 3 feet. He was not a lean creature and was actually quite round about the middle. He sat hunched over the square opening of the attic looking down at me with a malicious grin. I froze.
"Come here, little girl" said he. To which I did not respond.
"Little girl, come up here" he said again. His voice I remember was a harsh one, high pitched but at the same time deep and threatening. Even as a child I knew that what I was seeing was not human, and it was not good. I stood there in a sort of paralyzed state staring at this thing in the attic for what seemed an eternity while he again and again repeated "come here, little girl", "come up here, little girl". Then, as if my brain was finally able to get through to my feet, I ran. I believe I would have run through a wall of line backers to get out of that house. I could hear him laughing as I took off, a dangerous laugh, one that to this day will raise the hairs on my arms and neck.
Immediately I told my mother and aunt what I had experienced and they just as immediately wrote me off as having an over active imagination. After much pleading I got them into the hallway, where low and behold, the attic door was open and light still on, the little man I had described to my mother and aunt had vanished. It was obvious that I was not the one to of done this being that I was not of the right height to even reach the door, let alone the light inside which hung another three feet above the opening. Needless to say, the packing was left unfinished and the three of us promptly left the house with a phone call to my aunts ex informing him he could finish emptying the house himself.
Whether my mother and aunt believed my story, or thought that a crazy person had taken residence in the attic, I don't know. I was never, and to this day am not the type to make up wild stories. I am a much grounded person, but I know that what I encountered that day was a spirit, demon, or ghost and it was evil, very evil. Why it had never showed itself until then I can't say, but it came to me and has been a part of my memory ever since. It was my first and only experience with actually seeing an entity. I still get feelings of being watched and I can always sense when I am not alone but have never again seen anything.
If anyone has had an experience with these elf-like creatures I would like to know about it. I alone can't be the only one in this vast world that has had an encounter with one of these "guys". I hope you enjoyed my recollection of this eerie day in my life and are excited to see if any of you out there share the same experiences!